Speaking

Taylor (age 5) comes in talking about the popsicle man.
"Some speak Spanish, and some speak right. Like us."

Rocks

We're eating dinner, spaghetti. Taylor (age 5) is complaining that he doesn't like the garlic bread.

Dad: Some things are spicy cause they are supposed to be eaten with something else.

Taylor: Yeah, like rocks!
(mom and dad both thought of hard drinks with "rocks" in them)

And That's All

Elliana made this announcement at breakfast one day: "When I grow up I'm going to be a President, a Doctor, a Super-Hero, a Mother, and that's all."

Exactly!

A friend of Elliana's was educated at an early age on the proper names for the human anatomy, and decided to share his knowledge with Elliana. That lesson was at least a year ago, but something brought the memory back to her mind last night, although it was a little foggy. "Mom," she finally announced after a long period of silent contemplation, "Boys have Peanuts and girls have China. Right?"

Cookie Temple

Elizabeth, age 4, has about 5 vanilla wafers in her hand that she's stacked on top of each other.
"It's a cookie temple!"

growing up

When I grow up I'll be a baby.
Katie, age 3